Do you know who that picture is of ? That’s Marilyn Monroe. They’ve considered her the most beautiful women in the world. She’s gorgeous, and beautiful, right ? But look at her stomach. Is it completley flat ? Does she not have love handles or, perfect long skinny legs ? No. She dosn’t. And wanna know something ? Her pants size, was a size 9. She wasn’t some fucking 00 or 1. She had CURVES. You all worry about your pants size, and your weight when, in reality, who cares ? Why not live your life and be happy instead of counting calories in your head ? Trying to “Be skinny” ? You think losing weight it going to automatically make you feel better ? It wont. No magical fairy is gonna come flying outta the fucking wood work, declaring, “You’re now offically hott ! Boys love you now ! You can be accepted by society !” No. Utter, bullshit. You’re fucking beautiful ; it’s society thats fucked. Love yourself, because if you cant love yourself, you cant love anybody, or anything else. Be free, and be happy. Fuck what the media says, you want that double cheese-burger with bacon ? GO FOR IT. Until your weight starts to affect your health, you’re perfectly fine to eat what you please. ♥
Anonymous asked: from where doo you gettt so mannyyy clothesssss?
I love cloths a girl can never have too much I’m always up for shopping time! ; )
But if something hurts me, the hurts I suffered back then come back to me, and when I feel guilty, the feelings of guilt return; if I yearn for something today, or feel homesick, I feel the yearnings and homesickness from back then. The tectonic layers of our lives rest so tightly one on top of the other that we always come up against earlier events in later ones, not as matter that has been fully formed and pushed aside, but absolutely present and alive. I understand this. Nevertheless, I sometimes find it hard to bear.
Bernhard Schlink (via pav-acid)